“You said faster, didn’t you, Mouse?” His assault on my clit is bringing me too close too quickly.
“Yes, but…Bran—”
He clamps his hand over my mouth.
“My turn, Mouse.”
The head of his shaft swells in the cup of his hand and rubs against my clit.
He keeps up the pace until he growls above me, body tensing, the tendons in his neck straining as he clenches his teeth.
“Come for me, Mouse,” he says as he pumps against me.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
I wrap my hand around his wrist, his own hand still clamped on my mouth as I come hard and fast.
The pleasure is sharp, more a bolt of lightning than a growing crash of thunder, and heat races through my body.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my breath heaving out around Bran’s fingers.
And then he shoots his load all over my pussy, turning me into a slick mess as he growls above me and then slides his length up my wet slit. Another bolt of pleasure shoots through my core.
I clench up and moan into his hand.
“That’s my good girl,” he says at my ear and then kisses the sensitive flesh just beneath my lobe, his fangs grazing over my pulse point.
Oh god.
Oh fucking hell.
Eyes closed, I sink into the sated heaviness that makes me feel like I’m floating.
Bran curls up beside me and then rubs his wet, sticky fingers over my bottom lip. “You did well, Mouse. Taste it.”
I dart my tongue out to clean off his cum.
“You may have the power to command me,” he says, “but I will always control your pleasure.”
“Yes,” I say on a breath, still lost to the calmness that has washed over me.
He turns me, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
“Take off the chain,” I tell him.
“No,” he says. “Go to sleep.”
I want to argue, but I’m suddenly too tired. That took a lot out of me and I’m not entirely sure if it was using my power or coming.
I guess it doesn’t matter.
Both felt ridiculously good.
Maybe too good.
I might like using my voice more than I want to admit.